Chapter 46: Geralt joins the battlefield

If Lann's previous attacks were like he was using a heavy axe, this time it was like a guillotine decapitating a condemned man. The sword light was like a hot knife cutting through butter, cutting off the faucet's head without any obstruction, and blood splashed out.

At the same time, the Archgriffin rushed in their direction without stopping. It was an aerial strike charged with the potential energy of gravity.

The sword strike, which was crisper and sharper than expected, gave Lann more time to react. He desperately tried to roll forward to dodge but was still grazed by the Archgriffin's desperate attack on his back.

In an instant, Lann rolled and flew out as if he had been hit by a speeding carriage.

With a bang, the Archgriffin's residual force dragged the griffin's body a long distance, at the same time Lann rolled in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Lann's armor had sunk deep into his back. He struggled trying to cut the leather straps between the plates of the armor to remove it.

The attendants rushed over and carefully peeled off his armor.

The dryads also gathered near Lann, and they brought bad news: all the arrows had been shot.

The scouts, with spears raised, surrounded the place where the Archgriffin had landed, alert but fearful, although the enemy had already touched down, no one dared to approach.

Fortunately, at this moment, the Archgriffin was only hitting its companion's body with its head, emitting pitiful howls, without initiating a counterattack. This gave Lann and the others some time to react.

Lann opened his mask and spat out a mouthful of blood. Now he only felt the smell of blood in his chest every time he breathed, and the pain in his ribs that made him unable to move. Lann even felt that his spine was injured.

He glanced at his system panel: [Experience value: 1460/1500]

Eliminate this Archgriffin, although the task of hunting monsters is not completely accomplished, the experience gained just from killing the creature could make it level up! After upgrading, no matter how severe the injury is, it can be restored to its original state!

There is only one way to make this body that has been injured and unable to move again.

Lann gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to pull the strap of his alchemy backpack, and with a flip of his hands, he found two more bottles of magic potion:

One of the potions had a golden red hue, with starry sparkles, like the living breath of spring.

[Swallow]: A potion that accelerates healing and recovery speed and will cause slight accumulation of toxins.

The other bottle was green in color, and wisps of bright mist flashed through the bottle from time to time, like thunder.

[Thunderbolt]: Strengthens the strength of muscles, increases damage inflicted on opponents by 100%, but reduces dodging and parrying efficiency by 50% each.

These two bottles of potion were the last trophies Lann collected from Jad Karadin, besides the badge and the silver sword. He only brought these two bottles.

After hesitating, Lann threw [Thunderbolt] aside. Witcher potions have a huge amount of side effects and toxins. Normal people may die on the spot after drinking them, and [Thunderbolt] is one of the most toxic types among them.

At this moment, Lann took out the potions because he needed to change the situation to kill the Archgriffin; drinking the [Thunderbolt] would simply kill him.

Although the [Swallow] potion had a mild toxicity, Lann was also afraid that his strengthened body would not be able to withstand it. He had never invested skill points in the [Alchemy] skill tree to improve toxicity resistance.

But now, he couldn't worry so much. Without taking the potion and losing his maximum power, his decimated group would have no chance against this Archgriffin.

Lann took another look at his experience bar.

Kill him and I can level up!

Lann bit the wax stopper of the bottle, raised his head and drank the potion in one gulp.

The liquid, a potion based on the Dwarven spirit, descended down his throat, followed by an instant burning sensation. Suddenly, Lann felt as if her muscles and bones came to life, the open wounds dripping blood slowly contracted, stopping the bleeding. The searing pain from her broken bones were replaced by a slight numbness and itching.

He felt like he could move again.

At the same time, Lann's handsome face turned pale like a corpse, with veins on his neck and face bulging out like tree roots. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were black, resembling an evil beast.

This is a manifestation of potion toxicity. Using [Swallow] to recover from injuries is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

For a witcher, it was a mild toxicity, but for a human it was unbearable.

Lann pulled down his mask to cover his terrifying face. Although he could swing his sword now, his combat strength had only recovered six to seven points. However, he had to kill the Archgriffin in front of him before the toxicity destroyed his body.

Just when Lann was getting ready for battle again, the terrifying beast finally finished mourning his dead mate and turned its head towards humans, and all its sorrow turned into anger in an instant.

The body of the ferocious beast covered with minced meat, blood, and arrows was steaming with evil energy, causing the scouts at the front to take a step back except Levin.

Just from the name, you can tell that the Archgriffin is larger than the Griffin, and everyone in front of it is like a dwarf facing a strong warrior.

It was more robust, with thicker muscles, which meant more strength and solid defense.

The Archgriffin roared loudly at the crowd, flapped its wings vigorously, and slowly raised his paws from the ground before everyone's astonished gaze.

That body filled with arrows can still fly!

Everyone's faces were filled with terror. At this moment, all the quivers were empty, what difference was there between facing the Archgriffin moving through the air and being a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?

At this moment, deep in the jungle, horse hooves sounded.

This is the sound of a new enemy approaching. The Archgriffin is far less agile than on land when it has just taken off. Without waiting for him to turn around, a powerful blast of telekinetic energy hit him, the chaotic wind altering his flight like a hammer that threw him from the sky to the ground again.

Black Wind drove into the battlefield, and on his back, Geralt, the white-haired and yellow-eyed Wolf School Witcher, retracted his left hand.

[Aard Sign]: A directed blast of telekinetic energy that staggers opponents, leaving them open for a subsequent attack.

The witcher was pale and panting. After sleeping for a day and night in the illusion of the Water of Brokilon, he was a little weak, obviously not in the best condition, and his mind was very confused.

He didn't know where he was or what he was going through. But in this situation, as a witcher, he knew that it was right to kill the Archgriffin.

Taking advantage of the forward momentum of the horse, the witcher turned over and dismounted, and rolled several times to remove the impact. At this time, he was less than five yards away from the Archgriffin.

Black Wind turned around calmly and ran into the forest again. Facing the Archgriffin, charging to this range is already all its courage.

Geralt slapped the ground with his left hand, and the purple magic circle enveloped the surrounding area with him as the center, accurately including the Archgriffin. The purple light clung to the body of the great griffon, making its ferocious movements sluggish.

[Yrden Sign]: A magic trap that slows down the movements of enemies that enter the area of effect.

---

I will post some extra Chapters in Patreon, you can check it out. >> patreon.com/TitoVillar

---